Free Dangerously Broken by Eden Bradley Page A

more manhandling in my case, I guess. Do you know what that is?”
    “There seems to be different levels of it from what I’ve learned. But what I think of as manhandling I think I’ll like a lot. You sort of did some of that with me already.”
    “And?”
    Her tone lowered. “Come on, Jamie. You saw how I responded.”
    “Yes, I did, but I need you to tell me.”
    “Then you saw how much I liked it. The way you used your body to overpower me. Oh yeah, I am definitely into it.”
    Her eyes were glossy with desire, her voice low and sultry. She meant every damn word she said. She wasn’t one of those girls who would say only what they thought he wanted to hear. If Summer Grace said she loved it, then she did. He loved that intensity about her. Her frank sexuality. He’d been an idiot to have held her off all these years—once she was legal, anyway. But what mattered now was that she was sitting there on his desk, all that simmering heat aimed at him. This was one time when he was more than happy to be the target. She’d already hit him dead center.
    Do your job.
    “Is there anything else you want to try?” he asked, buying himself a moment to get his head back together. “Anything I haven’t brought up?”
    “I don’t know. There’s so much variety. It seems endless.”
    “That’s true. I think the best way is to start off fairly simply, look around and see what else piques your interest. If you find anything you think you’d like to try, talk to me about it. Your limits can always be renegotiated later.” She nodded. “Okay, hard limits and triggers? Do you understand what that means?”
    “Hard limits are things that are just a ‘no’ for me—that aren’t even up for discussion. And triggers are anything that will set off some sort of unpleasant emotional response. Right?”
    He nodded.
    “Well, my hard limits are the squicky stuff I filled out on my form at The Bastille—the usual stuff, from what I’m told. No scat, animals, blood. No age play. And right now, until I get to know myself better, no electrical play, no whips, no knives, no needles, and I never even thought of this until Allie brought it up, but for God’s sake, no damn clowns!”
    He laughed. “Don’t worry, sugar, no clowns for me, either. But let me ask you this: breath play?”
    Her breath caught, as if he already had her in his grip. “That takes a lot of trust. But with you? Yes. And Jamie? You can take it a little further than you did at my house.”
    He had to suppress a shiver as an image of his hand around her lovely throat crossed his mind. He gave himself an internal shake, cleared his throat. “Anal sex?”
    One corner of her mouth lifted in a half-smile. “Yes. Definitely.”
    “Are you basing that answer purely on theory?”
    “No, I am not,” she answered, her blue eyes twinkling.
    “What about mind-fuck?”
    Her lips quirked. “Like you can avoid doing that? But, yes. Please. I think it helps me . . . get out of my head. Which is good because to be honest . . . Well, sometimes I sort of think I’m too smart for everyone else. It’s actually comforting to be taken down a few notches. I think too much in general and it’s good to be forced out of that pattern. It also means I’m not . . . responsible for everything.”
    He saw her swallow hard. Scooting the chair closer, he tucked a silvery strand of hair behind her ear. He asked gently, “What do you think you’re responsible for, sweetheart?”
    She swallowed again, and her glance darted away for a few moments, then back to him before she answered. “For everything. For . . . keeping my family together after Brandon died.”
    “Aw, sugar, that was never your job.”
    She shook her head, and he saw how hard she was hanging on to that well of emotion. It didn’t matter that the conversation had shifted from kinky sex to something so deep, so profound. No—it did matter, because it was
them
. And maybe no one else in the world could